I don't want you to keep your eyes open for this one, I want you to read it, out-loud, with your eyes closed tightly. This shouldn't be seen. Nor should it be heard, nor even though about for any extensive point of time. But here I am, ready to talk. Do you remember the first time you were ready to talk? I'm sorry, I can't help but be unable to think at this moment in time. I find my mind blank, and black, and foggy, but not like the old fogginess of blank black pasts. The is no concentration happening, there is no will available, There is only the fact that I can see no concrete future worth looking at in front of me. "Oh Theo!" I have people I like and love, "Oh Theo!" I have great opportunities ahead, "Oh Theo..." I just can't see any enjoyment ahead, anyway. What do you do? What can you do when life sours during summer months? I know the Summer Solstice has passed, And I know the days only get longer, and Darker. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. It is a simple matter, of Truth, Sadness, and Time.